anything from Anita. âYes. We again have Nighthawks to worry about.â
Anita came to her husband and rested her head against his chest. The last assassination attempt had nearly cost her life. âI have no fear for myself, but the babies â¦â
âYou leave tomorrow.â
âIâll make ready.â
Arutha kissed her and moved toward the door. âIâll return shortly. Jimmy advises I keep in quarters until the palace is free of strangers. Good advice, but I must remain on public view a while longer. The Nighthawks think us ignorant of their return. We cannot let them think otherwise, yet.â
Finding humour amid the terror, Anita said, âJimmy still seeks to be First Adviser to the Prince?â
Arutha smiled at that. âHeâs not spoken of being named Duke of Krondor for nearly a year. Sometimes I think heâd be better suited than many others likely to come to that office.â
Arutha opened the door and found Gardan, Jimmy, Laurie, and Carline waiting. Others had been moved away by a company of the Royal Household Guard. Next to Gardan, Captain Valdis waited. Arutha told him, âI want a full company of lancers ready to ride in the morning, Captain. The Princess and the Princes will be travelling to the Princess Motherâs estates. Guard them well.â
Captain Valdis saluted and turned to issue orders. To Gardan, Arutha said, âBegin to slowly place men back at post throughout the palace and have every possible hiding place searched. Should any inquire, say Her Highness is feeling poorly and I am staying with her for a while. Iâll return to the great hall shortly.â Gardan nodded and left. Then Arutha added to Jimmy, âI have an errand for you.â
Jimmy said, âIâll leave at once.â
Arutha said, âWhat do you think youâre going to do?â
âGo to the docks,â said the boy with a grim smile.
Arutha nodded, again both pleased and surprised at the boyâs grasp of things. âYes. If you must, search all night. But as soon as you can, find Trevor Hull and bring him here.â
⢠CHAPTER TWO â¢
Discovery
J IMMY SEARCHED THE ROOM .
The Fiddler Crab Inn was a haunt of many who wished a safe harbour from questions and prying eyes. As the sun began to set the room was crowded with locals, so Jimmy was at once the source of curiosity, for his clothing marked him out of place. A few native to the city knew him by sight â after the Poor Quarter, the docks had been a second home to him â but no small number of those in the inn marked him as a rich boy out on the evening, perhaps one with some gold to be shaken loose.
One such man, a sailor by the look of him, drunken and belligerent, barred Jimmyâs passage through the room. âHere and now, such a fine young gentleman as yourselfâll be having a spare coin or two to buy a drink in celebration of the little Princes, wouldnât you think?â He rested his hand upon his belt dagger.
Jimmy adroitly sidestepped the man and was half past him, saying, âNo, I wouldnât.â The man reached for Jimmyâs shoulder and tried to halt him. Jimmy came around in a fluid movement, and the man found the point of a dirk levelled at his throat. âI said I donât have any extra gold.â
The man backed away, and several onlookers laughed. But others began to circle the squire. Jimmy knew at once he had made an error. Heâd had no time to scrounge up clothing to fit his present environment, but he could have made a show of turning over a half-empty purse to the man. Still, once begun, such a confrontation could not be aborted. A moment before, Jimmyâs purse had been at risk, now it was his life.
Jimmy backed up, seeking to place his back to a wall. His expression was hard and revealed no hint of fear, and a few who surrounded him suddenly understood that here was someone who knew his way about the docks.
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